tampered with the past

White?

Why is it white?

Am I already in heaven?

Oddly enough, Paradise looks very familiar, almost exactly like St. Mungo's ward.

"Harry! Harry! Hermione's awake!"

Is this Ron's voice?

So I'm not dead yet?In the end what happened?Why am I at St. Mungo's?

I wanted to get up, but found that I had no strength in my whole body.To make matters worse, the back of my head hurt so badly, it felt like a broken vat.

"Ro..." Before I could call Quan Ron's name, I felt a tearing pain from the back of my head.

"What's wrong with you? Hermione! What's wrong with you?"

I heard Ron's anxious voice.

"No, don't hurt her!" Who is this?

"Quick! Quick! Ginny! Go call Malfoy! Go!" Ron's pale face was spinning, getting smaller and smaller...

"I love you, Hermione!"

Who?

Who is whispering in my ear?

Is it Ron?

No, no, it wasn't Ron's voice.

It's Harry!

I must be dreaming, how could Harry tell me he loved me?The person he loves is Ginny, before Ginny was Cho, and I was just his good friend.

"I love you, Hermione! Always have loved you!"

stop!

Please, stop!

I do not want to hear!

I don't want to hear anything!

Harry doesn't love me, I know very well, don't torture me with this vision.

do not!

This is where?

The moment I opened my eyes, I realized that I had actually come to a place I had never been before——

Cliffs, grass, flowers and stone chairs.

Deja vu, but can't remember.

"I love you, Hermione!"

The man on the stone chair said.

I couldn't see his face clearly, only the tenderness in his emerald green eyes.

"I love you too, Harry!"

The woman on the stone chair finally turned her face away.

That is……

I.

Shocked like a flood over my head, I struggled to swim upwards, but was knocked down by the tide in another illusion——

Chicken coops, flower beds, swings and farmhouses.

A dim and warm light shines through the half-hidden door.

"What are you going to name our daughter?" was my voice.

"Rose—" was Harry's voice, "her mother is my rose."

Rose……

My right hand trembles over my left shoulder, where the rose-shaped birthmark has accompanied me all my life.

As if a blizzard had captivated my eyes, I ran in the white world.

"Harry!"

it's me.

It's another me.

There are green eyes flashing in the whiteness.

"Forget it all!"

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